My brother and I often start talking about how it was when we were kids, whenever we’re together.
He remembers how I hated sharing a birthday with him and I often tried to hurt him, but it never worked. He said how he was jealous of me because I was older and able to do the things he couldn’t. As we got older, he took up a life where he partied all the time, and I settled down and got married. We were as far apart as two siblings could get. He’s often told me how much he missed having his sister around after I got married, and I have to admit that I missed my baby brother, even if he was only three years younger. The last time we were talking, he was musing about whether our state would ever legalize recreational marijuana. I laughed since we were both in our mid to upper sixties now. I asked if he really wanted to use marijuana again. He told me that if they legalized it, he would gladly start using it again. A friend of his had given him a pre roll marijuana cigarette. He said as much as he hated to admit it, for the first time in years, he didn’t have any pain. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I gave him a couple gummies I had at the house. No one knew it, but I had been using medical marijuana for two years, and that was the only thing that was keeping me going. He gave me a big hug and thanked me. He said he might get a card too, but he would rather if they had recreational marijuana.